I. How could you? who was suppose to forefend me during climes perilous, be the author of my woes How could you…? II. You, my father, stripped me bare and ravaged my glory with hell’s claw to satisfy your inane letch. Wicked? III. Wirra! Like a corpse baptized with swaying- dust, I am drowning in …
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